Virginia Eden

Virginia Eden Feb 2020

Let me sail away on a boat
made of soda-lime glass
Let me float out to the middle of the ocean
as a messenger in a bottle
Let me lie there
cradled in the crook of the tumultuous sea
pressing my face against the curve of the glass
watching for the glint of neon fish
and great ocean leviathans
And, when I grow bored,
let the glass of my boat fracture and shatter
and sink
to the very bottom
so that the ocean can swallow its messenger
And in a thousand years, let all of my glass pieces
wash up on the golden sands
of some forgotten shore,
smoothed and beautiful.

#ocean #sea #beach #glass #bottle #boat #beauty

Virginia Eden Nov 2019

Poets

What we call magic
is merely the set of tools left over
from the spiraling eddies of Creation
and picked up by Poets.
Poets, who can transmute the dross and tedium of life
into the gold of enduring art,
who can sing the sky into existence
and the stars to sleep
whose words are eventually eaten up by ravenous Time
and spit out like sour grapes onto the ground,
left to rot.
Poets, who will write
until the only ones left to read
are languishing gods
and unraveling stardust.

#poets #poetry #gods #stardust #time #creation #magic #universe #life

Virginia Eden Oct 2019

In the Cradle of Twilight

I do not remember days
Only nights without stars
And fragile paper moons.

Virginia Eden May 2019

We, The Swallows

We are but lowly swallows
pulling together the corners of the universe
so that other lovers might be together,
if just for a single, stranded night
of reckless abandon.

A poem on feeling like the leftover piece in someone else's romance novel

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